Semi-Finals 2 Airmageddon

Welcome to the second of the Airmageddon semifinals.

-32 drone teams started this journey to air supremacy...

-Ohh!

-..but after crashes, dashes, and flights of glory...

-Oh, yes!

..only eight of the UK's finest fliers remain.

Now, four of these teams, with their customised drones,

-will duel it out for a coveted place...

-Go for it.

..in the grand final, to take the trophy and the title.

But who will triumph? Find out in Airmageddon, the semifinals.

Welcome to our semifinals here on Airmageddon.

We've got four returning teams, all winners in their own right, but

now they're really going to have to raise their game if they want

to earn a place in our grand final.

Yup, they might be the best of the best, but will they better our new

and improved airsault course, and the tougher trials of the airena?

Yes, we've ramped up the difficulty for the semis.

The question is, can they handle it?

I think so. These guys hope so.

-BOTH:

-Let's meet our aviators.

First up, and spinning into action, it's Team Vortex!

Second to emerge, it's Grenville's Guardians.

Next out it's those cunning Flying Foxes.

And finally, flying out, it's Air Farce One.

Good luck, teams.

Welcome back, semifinalists.

Are you guys ready to take on Airmageddon again?

-ALL:

-Yeah!

Excellent stuff. OK, well, Grenville's Guardians.

So, Benji, you've been here before, right?

How excited are you to be doing it again?

-I'm crazily excited. It's actually amazing.

-Brilliant.

Flying Foxes, how have you been preparing for this, the semifinals?

In the time that we've had we've been practising loads.

-So, prepare, everyone, to be beaten.

-Ooh!

-Oh, ho-ho!

They're sounding really confident!

Well, there you have it, our four semifinalists.

But thankfully, only one PIG.

PIG? Where is he?

PIG GRUNTS

These guys are supposed to be the best of the best,

so for the semifinal the airsault course

has been beefed up to provide a meatier test.

And I don't mean we're rolled the PIG in a bacon blanket.

It's not Christmas! Chill out!

Sure, there's four of your standard airsault gates to navigate,

you've seen them before. But don't be complacent.

The pesky Pillars provide a potent early challenge,

before it's time to deliver a sack of drones through the letterboxes.

Teams must feel their way through the foggy corridor like

blind mice along a skirting board before something

so dynamic it will blow their tiny minds...

A horizontal gate!

Breaking news! We've literally flipped the Earth on its axis!

Then, the big one. A souped-up vortex.

Toned up, tuned up, it's more powerful,

and stretched as high as a school prom limo.

Hollywood flying required.

Then, over the line and home in time for din-dins, but slack off

in this semi, and you'll be the team left eating scraps on your way home.

Four drones versus our beefed up airsault course, versus the clock,

versus one of our resident drones.

Let's find out who's on patrol and causing havoc.

Spin the selector.

It's the DRAGON.

Yes, it's tetchy, it's unreliable,

and it has breath that could strip paint. It's my sister!

I mean, the DRAGON!

Well, the airsault course has got tougher,

but are our aviators tough enough?

Let's find out. It's Grenville's Guardians!

First to face this turbo-charged semifinal airsault course is

Grenville's Guardians.

Aviator Benji is a county-level basketball player,

so airtime should not be a problem.

With wing-uncle and speedy biker Stuart,

they had a tricky time in their heat, scraping through the

airsault course in third, not least because of this epic move.

Look at that!

Good recovery.

But took joint first in the bottle bash, and then raised their

game even more for glory with a 4-0 squashing of the Arachnerds.

Seemed harsh - they could have just put them out the window!

Welcome back.

Are you going to try and repeat that kind of showmanship today?

Um. Not really, I think today I'm going to try and get a good,

steady speed and then maybe leave the acrobatics until the final.

Right, and I think sensible is going to be key, because out there

today the airsault course... It's really, really difficult.

So, I'm wishing you both good luck!

Aviators - stand by.

Fire up your motors. Rev up your rotors.

You're cleared for take off!

Yo, Marshy, had a spruce up for the big semi?

Got yourself some new voice software?

Have you got a new face, yet?

Wow, that's harsh, man.

I just prefer voice work, OK?

Launch in three...

two...

one.

And Benji lifts the Guardians into the airena for the first run

of the semifinal airsault course.

Will the pressure of flying first for a final spot throw them

into a frenzy of furious flameouts and failures?

Or will I get over this terrible fixation with the letter F?

Textbook moving through the first gate,

like one of Benji's famous lasagnes sliding into the oven at home.

Cheesy.

Watch those flames, though,

or this green-flagged monster of a drone could be toasted cheese.

That's it. Come around. That's it.

This is steady and smooth stuff from Benji, here.

-Can I do a flip?

-That's it. No, no, no flips.

Flips? Are you mad, Benji?

Remember what happened last time!

Sure, it looked great and you got all that fan mail from

the Red Arrows and Tom Daley, but man.

Oh, he's joking. LOLs.

Second letterbox signed and sealed.

You're doing so well, fella.

He's shaky and not very bakey, but he's through the hoop.

It's not a hoop, sorry! It's a gate. Gate.

But the foggy corridor is where teams can come unstuck.

Crosswinds, four big Pillars,

and that fog is harvested directly from my bathroom after a long soak.

Then you're coming back to us and you're through this hoop, yeah?

But not a bother for Benji. Stuart really doesn't have much to do.

This ice-cool aviator owns this show.

But now for the horizontal gate.

Getting a perfect glidepath up,

and then smoothly down is a real test of spatial awareness.

And - oh!

-You've got it, you've got it!

-That's a rim strike.

You'd expect a slam dunk from a basketball nut,

but instead he's tried an in-off, and thrown his team into a spin.

And has it shaken Benji's bottle?

No, he's handling this wrapped-up airsault course like a pro.

He plays rugby at home,

so a little dink on the drone is nothing to this fly half.

Get it?

So, onto the new, more vertically volumous vortex.

Right, now you can go up.

Throw it up, mate.

This aviator letting the updraft do the work, here.

Just needs to maintain a steady hand if he's to navigate the new

blocking bars at the top of The Vortex.

And they're through! Awesome air time!

Now, a race to the final gate. Don't lose focus, gents.

Nobody wants to see a near-perfect run shattered into

a million pieces, and your dreams in tatters.

Well, except maybe the DRAGON and the other teams.

It looks like Dragon's finally ready to release the jalfrezi at

the final pass.

That was close! The drone getting a seat warmer, there!

-But Benji has sold DRAGON a hard-court dummy.

-Well done.

And he floors it over the line for a finishing time 2.56.

Good work there, but is that time competitive on the souped-up course?

Time will tell.

Grenville's Guardians!

Oh, my gosh, Benji, you made that look super easy.

-But, you did find our horizontal hoop a little bit tricky.

-Yeah.

What happened there?

I kind of... I thought I was going straight through the middle,

but I wasn't. I was a bit closer.

-Do you think you've done enough to get through?

-Yeah.

Well, we shall see.

Net, it's Team Vortex.

Aviator Joel is a veteran model flyer,

and so is dad and wingman Christian.

And didn't they prove it in their heat.

With a covetous 26 second airsault course lead.

They only took laps by a drone's nose, though,

but reasserted themselves with a 4-2 dust up in The Dogfight.

Eat my lasers!

Joel, last time,

you were the fastest around the airsault course in your heats.

What are you going to do to kind of replicate that success?

Bearing in mind that it is more difficult now.

I'm going to attack everything and do it as quickly and

efficiently as I can.

Brilliant. Fingers crossed, OK. Aviators.

It's the semifinal. Stand by.

Fire up your motors. Rev up those rotors.

You're cleared for takeoff.

Look at them, waving and smiling.

But will they be waving and smiling at the end, or crying and rocking?

Vortex launch in three...

two...

one.

-Go.

-Team Vortex are away.

Go on. Go on, go on.

Clear, push through.

Lovely. Roll right.

That is one vocal wingdad.

And Joel racing through the first Pillars, too.

Will he use some of his dance skills?

-Come back, come back.

-Well, that's like no dance I've ever seen!

What would you call that? The Swing About A Bit And Nearly Crash dance?

It ain't pretty, but it's quick.

-A bit like the Air Marshall on the toilet.

-At least I flush.

Once, all right! And there had been an incredible amount of popcorn!

Push on. Push. There you go. Lovely.

Yes, express delivery through the letterboxes, there.

Dad Christian is really working hard with the directions as

his young son and pilot feels the pressure of this semifinal.

In you come, in you come. Push on a little bit.

Forward, forward.

And Team Vortex looking to be tasting the turbulence in the

-not-so-foggy corridor!

-And again, and again. Right.

-Right, the horizontal gate.

-Come on, Joel, it's the semi, up you go.

-Straight up, straight up.

-Joel, of course, does parkour.

Will that help him now?

Yes! He's smashed it. And now for the all-new vortex for Team Vortex.

Any suggestion that they've inside knowledge of how this works in

a sponsor tie-in is utterly denied by their lawyers.

They're in. But can they ride the thermals clear of the bars?

They can!

DRAGON not happy about that, but his puff looks a bit puny there.

They're through the next gates, but DRAGON is angry,

and brought a bit extra to the party.

Flaming Nora!

But Joel throws a ballroom-swerve to slip past the DRAGON, and 1.33?!

-That's madness!

-Good lad.

That's right, Christian. Joel has earned some props there.

There was a bit of a wobble halfway through.

They're normally sure assured. Look at that effort there, though.

I mean, that time was sick.

Team Vortex! Wow!

Come in. Joel, 1.33. How do you feel about that?

It's amazing. I can't believe...

I've beat my other score, so it's great.

Well, you're definitely through.

There are two more teams left.

Not sure anyone's going to beat that time.

Time confirmed.

That was some serious speed by Team Vortex, who come in at 1.33,

to knock a whopping 1.23 of the Guardians' time.

That puts the greens into the drop zone and sets Vortex up as

the early favourites for the final.

The Flying Foxes, Rohan and Dhruv, are enthusiastic flyers,

and that's gone a long way when the odds were stacked against them.

Second place in their airsault,

a scoreless second spot in the drop...

Aww! No!

But, a convincing 4-1 dogfight win proves that staying power and

-persistence...

-We won!

-..pays off in the end.

So, Rohan, now that you're up here in the semifinals,

what do you make of the new airsault course?

-It looks good, but we're still going to beat it.

-Ha-ha!

He's just so confident.

Without further ado, let's get you I the air.

Aviators - stand by.

Get your motors started. Get your rotors revved.

You're cleared for takeoff!

Flying Foxes launch in three...

two...

one.

The Flying Foxes are very much the peoples' champions.

-They've captured hearts...if not any records.

-Forward.

They need to find some extra ninja-style Zen for the

semifinal, or it's sayonara.

Let's join them at the last letterboxes,

having roundhouse kicked all the previous obstacles' bottoms.

-Forward.

-And their rotors are ka-rat-ey!

-What?

-ka-rat-ey!

-Pardon?

All right, karate chopping through the air to take them through

to that gate.

Down... Oh, I can't see it.

Round for the foggy corridor.

Visibility down to just centimetres in there.

But these two spent 13 years sat on top of a volcano

contemplating drone-flying through fog. True fact.

Right, go left, go left.

So, can their martial arts sixth sense guide them through?

-Ooh, that's almost... It's close to touching down.

-Up.

-Nearly a judo roll up and back into action for a lotus leap.

-Whoa!

Into the air again, and through the horizontal gate.

They are absorbing the pressure, here,

of this semifinal, like a sumo-wrestler's fundoshi.

A sumo-wrester's pants, that is.

All right, down, down.

Oh! The DRAGON's in the air.

-Nasty side, that.

-Wow.

And the DRAGON bringing something a bit extra to the party, there.

-We're looking for a line through.

-Yeah?

-Yep.

-Beneath?

-Yep.

Into The Vortex.

-Whoa!

-Steady, Will.

-You're up. Go back.

-That was cool.

Rohan and Dhruv never give up, they never say die,

but have they got enough to hold their Zen on the final obstacles?

Peoples' champion or not, DRAGON deploys the fiery tongue of fury..

-Left, left, lots, lots.

-But Rohan and Dhruv

go low, determined, and over the line in 2.36.

And Rohan looks relieved.

It think it was harder than he expected in the revamped

airsault course.

I think, hand on heart, he didn't know too much about The Vortex

after he got the drone in position.

But right place right time is all that matters in the semifinal.

Flying Foxes, wow! You flew round that course, didn't you?

-How did you find it out there?

-Easy. It was very easy.

Well, as it stands, you know, you're going to go through to the

next round, so let's go and see the final people, how they get on.

Time confirmed.

The semifinal leaderboard is shaping up.

Firmly on top with a white-hot 1.33 is Team Vortex.

Sliding into second are the Flying Foxes.

Not a patch on Vortex, but 2.36 is still a good 20 seconds

quicker than current drop-zone residents Grenville's Guardians.

Next up, Air Farce One are Alex and wingman dad, Hugh.

Alex likes anything with wheels, even one wheel.

No, not a wheelbarrow, he's got a unicycle.

Dad Hugh is a cool-headed company man,

and that cool head helped set up their win in their heat by

smashing their leaderboard with a whopping 30 second lead in airsault.

They never looked back, with a clean 5-bunch sweep in balloon burst...

-Ooh!

-..before a dogfight victory over Team Parallel.

How seriously are you taking it now you're here in the semis?

-Oh, we're pretty serious now.

-Yeah?

Oh, yeah, we really enjoyed the heat, but now we're here to compete.

And that's a treat for all the drones on the street.

But if your stomachs get nervous, we'll put down a sheet!

I love a good poem, me.

Fire up your motors, rev up your rotors.

You're cleared for takeoff!

Air Farce One launch in three...

two...

one.

Air Farce One are on the run, and if they get hungry, they'll have a...

-Enough rhyming.

-Yeah, OK.

The fast launch into the airena for the final of these semifinal runs.

And as we join them at the letterboxes, there is nothing

farcical about the time about the time from the Derbyshire drone.

-Perfect.

-Very confident flying.

Letterbox one taken on and conquered with no hesitation.

That corner is a bit of time lost, though. Here, look.

90 degrees bad...

45 degrees good.

A bit to the yellow.

-Arcing a little wide for letterbox three.

-Left a bit.

Alex needs to heed dad Hugh's advice, there.

This is farcical flight control, he's flying like he's...

on a unicycle...

-on a beach ball.

-Slow down a bit.

They'll need to compose themselves.

No, Hugh, that isn't...

Hugh, just spit more rhymes!

Down into the gap for the parallel bars.

You'll be spitting rotor blades if you farce your way through

the foggy corridor, but Alex has found the perfect balance and

the fog has parted on this run.

That's the best pass through so far!

-Higher...

-This being a semifinal, the pressure is sure to show.

-Left, left, left...

-Alex looks like he needs the loo.

Somebody get the sheet, quick! The pressure's too much.

-What do you mean that's his concentrating face?

-Back down.

This is excellent flying, it has to be said.

They are really going for it, this time. They are really going.

Yes, Will, it's the semifinal. Everyone's going for it.

A tense watch for Grenville's Guardians.

Could The Vortex be a blink and miss it affair?

OK, maybe not, but still pacey,

and a springboard for the gate.

Uh-oh, the DRAGON is there.

That's right, Will, but I think the DRAGON is part-timing this, today.

He's a bit-player, a holiday lizard

with rotors, at best.

Over the line 1.50.

That's great.

Not too steady.

There was some fairly farcical wobbles around the course,

but Alex and you-know-Hugh were steady where it counted.

Well done.

OK, well, let's find out how you did. Air Marshall.

Time confirmed.

So, let's look at the final airsault leader board, and Air Farce take

second place beneath Team Vortex, who cement their place at the top.

No surprises that Flying Foxes stay above the drop,

as Grenville's over-cautious run roots them to the drop zone.

Out of the semifinal and grounded for good. Sorry, fellas.

It does mean...

Grenville's Guardians, you have been fabulous, but, for now,

can we give them a round of applause?

Because, Grenville Guardians, you are grounded.

Can I ask you leave?

So, Grenville's Guardians have powered down their

first-person view and set aside their controller.

Three more teams look ahead to being victorious here in the airena.

PIG GRUNTS

Ah. And here's PIG to show them how it's done.

What's the best thing to do when you see a wall? Lean on it? Nah.

Paint a mural? Maybe.

No, you smash it down, you fools!

In this semifinal Wallbusters, we attach wrecking balls to the drones.

I think you can probably guess the rest. This is Wallbusters!

The two teams who knock down the walls the quickest will fly

into The Dogfight.

Blink and you'll miss them, they're sneaky, cheeky,

and they live in your mattress. It's The Bugs.

Batteries are recharged, wrecking balls are attached.

The drones are ready, but are our aviators?

-ALL:

-Yeah!

Excellent stuff. OK. Now, Rohan, this is the semifinal.

How much would it mean to you to get through this round, into

The Dogfight, and be in with a chance of

getting through to the grand final?

It would mean everything to us, we've come this far.

It would just be so sad to lose now, so, yeah.

Excellent. Well, I'm sure all the teams feel the same,

so I think we should get this game underway.

Are we all ready for a smashing game?

RECORD SCRATCH Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Did Will just crack a terrible pun, there? I believe he did.

Can I get a rewind?

Are we all ready for a smashing game?

Smashing game...sma-sma-sma-smashing game?

DRUMROLL He actually did!

And did you get the pun?

-ALL:

-Yeah.

-All right, then.

-All right, fair enough.

-Aviators - stand by.

Check your systems.

Rev up your rotors.

You're cleared for takeoff!

So, red, yellow and blue teams lined up and ready to race.

Launch in three...

-two...

-Here we go.

..one.

Right, no messing, here. Well, plenty of messing, hopefully.

This is the mother of all games.

Smash the wall down in this semifinal,

and you're through to the final Dogfight.

-Oh, back you come.

-And that's two down for the blue of Air Farce One.

None for Vortex in red.

Oh, hang on, back for one...

Two points looking like a big score in this game.

-It's going to be tight as the producer's wallet.

-Push.

Oh, another quick one for the Farce. Foxes one...no...two!

The reds, Team Vortex, make it five... No, seven!

Vortex opening up a solid lead, here.

Hello, Air Farce One spread themselves and farce down

another three.

Now you're unicycling on gas.

Take them out, take them out. That's it.

Three points for the foxes! Back in the game, never doubted it.

But still reds Vortex and the Farce tickle their totals upwards,

sensing glory.

Yes, Joel. Lovely. Come on. Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

Oh, and that's a game changer from the yellow Foxes!

But look at that, they nearly took themselves out

with their great pendulous ball.

And a slam into the launchpad. We all missed that!

Rohan is like a fox in the headlights, up there.

No brick is safe. But let's hope he doesn't get flattened himself!

He's got the bit between his teeth. A fox-sized bit.

Yes, Joel.

This is as tough and tight a round as Airmageddon has ever produced.

Look, the Farce, well, welcome back to the show, guys.

Careful...

15-12-9, still very close, here.

Oh, that was a hare's whisker away!

Ahh!

I do love this game.

Just go for the top one so you don't hit it with the drone.

Wise words from Hugh, there,

but perhaps now is time to throw caution to the wind.

The Foxes are pushing hard, like a furry bulldozer,

to make The Dogfight.

Yes. One more to do, and then we can land.

That's right, Christian.

All in all there's just another brick in the wall left for you guys.

-AIR MARSHALL:

-Team Vortex, round complete.

And Team Vortex clean the board, as the Farce draw level with the Foxes.

Vortex land safely with their precious place in the final secure.

Well done, Vortex.

This is as tight as a sumo wrestler on a unicycle saddle.

Get the tenpin bowling ball out, hit the killer brick!

-A thump to 17 for the Foxes. Will the Farce respond?

-Nice and steady.

Get it in a line and just drive away from you.

Just drive away from you.

-Oh! Farce are down!

-Oh!

-Farce are down.

Alex is gutted, and Air Farce One is flipped.

The Flying Foxes take out their last brick, and...

Whoa! Whoa!

Hang on, there's a crash, too. Now, this is interesting.

Does the crash void the second place?

There's going to be some head-scratching in the

Air Marshall's office. Actually, don't scratch your head

with your rotors, Marshall, that wouldn't be pretty.

And the replay shows Farce took out their final brick with their

rotors, which led to the crash.

And Rowan recklessly threw the drone at the deck.

It was a great finish, but will that cost them?

Scores verified.

So, to the leaderboard,

and a conclusive first position for Team Vortex.

And taking that other coveted dogfight spot...

it's Flying Foxes!

They completed Wallbuster before they hit the deck,

which means they are through.

That means Air Farce One exit stage left,

and are grounded.

-Congratulations, first of all, to Team Vortex!

-Yeah!

You guys go through to The Dogfight with the time advantage.

The team that will be joining them is going to be...

-Flying Foxes.

-Yes!

Because, guys, you managed to get all of blocks down.

Unfortunately, that does mean that because, Air Farce One,

you crashed and there is a block remaining,

you guys are grounded.

But you made it to the semifinals,

Have you enjoyed being an aviator?

Yeah, I'll never get a chance to fly something like that ever again.

-But it's been well worth it?

-It's been well worth it.

-Fantastic.

And never say never, guys. Maybe we'll see you

-back here another time...

-All right.

..to do even better. Congratulations to you lot.

I'll see you in The Dogfight.

So, time for our two surviving semifinalists to lock rotors

and targeting systems on each other.

This is a dangerous and dynamic drone duel between two

quick-firing pilots.

As always, both flying machines have four lives.

Take a hit, and they'll lose on of them. This is The Dogfight.

It's The Dogfight. The big one.

For a place in the final.

Aviators do the flying, wingmen do the targeting.

Hit your opponents sensor four times,

and avoid getting hit yourself, and glory is yours.

They also have to stay in the combat zone

or risk retaliation from one of our resident drones.

Who's got it in for them here in The Dogfight?

Spin the selector.

It's the WASP.

Fast, and quite literally with a sting in its tail,

this is one of the fiercest drones in the game.

Don't try and catch this one in a jam jar,

unless you've got a two-metre wide jam jar, unlikely.

So, remember, if you stray out of the combat zone,

the WASP may engage.

And that's not going to be pleasant, but guys,

this is The Dogfight for a place in the grand final.

Teams, have you got anything you want to say to each other?

-Foxes never, ever quit.

-You're going down.

-Ooh.

There we go, and those words take on a extra edge when there is

so much to play for in the semifinal.

All right, then, let's get this battle underway.

Aviators - stand by.

Calibrate your sights.

Rev up your rotors.

This is the Dogfight.

You're cleared for take off.

Vortex launch in three...

two...

-one.

-Scramble.

Flying Foxes launch in three...

two...

one.

The heat is on in this semifinal dogfight.

And a crucial five-second lead for deadly, dancing Team Vortex

means they activate their lasers and get set for attack while

the Foxes play catch up.

Both teams now squaring up in this inferno of an airena.

The ruthless red Vortex draw first as expected,

but that is a rangefinder at best.

Foxes wingman Dhruv summons the spirit of the ninja,

and attempts to lock on to, well, thin air, there.

But good to get the thumb warmed-up, Dhruv.

-Vortex lock on - and it's a strike!

-Oh, no, they hit us.

Yes they have, Rohan. You guys left yourselves wide open, there.

Time to get your black belt on and get back into the fight.

Bobbing and weaving from both teams. Defensive stuff.

It's not crowd-pleasing, but they're not here to make friends.

-Shoot, shoot, shoot...

-I'm shooting. I'm shooting.

But the Flying Foxes make it count with a superb strike!

That's stunning targeting from wingman Dhruv.

That's black belt, second dan thumb-work, mate.

One-a-piece. It's back to the fight. Game on.

Oh! They're coming close to us! They're coming close!

And red-faced Team Vortex are angry now. Pride is hurt.

Whoa! Double strike!

Two hits without so much as a heartbeat between them,

that's merciless stuff from Vortex!

And they look so friendly in the flesh.

Kicking the Foxes while they're down.

One strike, then another slap down! The Foxes are a furry mess.

At this rate, they'll be back sniffing round bins in no time.

And they're reeling.

They're struggling, Fox-juice burning off in the atmosphere, here.

Rohan struggling to keep them in the air,

but Dhruv still getting the shots away.

As they make a tactical, samurai retreat.

Keep going. Your left.

WASP is finally getting involved.

Perhaps a mercy mission to buy the Foxes some time.

-Oh, and...

-Oh, no.

-Vortex have hit the final blow.

Wingman dad Christian making no mistake.

Vortex look like a flea on a Fox,

sucking the lifeblood out of their attempt on the final.

Sorry, fellas.

Dogfight scores confirmed.

Well, what a semifinal we have been treated to.

And after leading the first two rounds, it's no surprise that

Team Vortex decimated the valiant Foxes, taking all of their lives and

losing only one of theirs on their way to claim The Dogfight crown.

Team Vortex are today's winners by taking all four of the

Flying Foxes lives, and only losing one. Yourself, Joel!

-You're into the final!

-Oh, my God, this is amazing. I can't believe it.

-How are you feeling, Christian.

-Yeah. Really proud, really proud.

Guys, you were so good. Congratulations, guys.

Amazing stuff.

Unfortunately, Flying Foxes, Rohan, Dhruv, that does mean that,

despite some incredible battling out there, you are grounded.

Have you had a good time on Airmageddon, though?

It's been amazing. We've just been...

We're so lucky to have had this experience.

You did really, really well.

Dhruv, did you ever think you'd get this far?

No. But we got this far, so it's fine.

Guys, well done, but that does mean, Team Vortex,

you're through to the final. How does that sound?

It's amazing, I can't wait to get out there and fly.

I can't wait to see you fly either, guys. Well done.

But, for now, it's time for Airmageddon to power down.

And for these guys to step up.

Next time, the talking stops as the rotors spin

for the final time.

Team Vortex line up against the other semifinal winners,

This Way Up, to see who will take the crown as series two champions.

Yes, it's the Airmageddon Grand Final!

Airmageddon power down.